Because of the nine hour time change, Artemis woke-up around ten in the morning. "Jinkies!" she cried, jumping out of bed and throwing on hr clothes. Quickly, she brushed and tied back her long hair before dashing downstairs, Salem pattering at her feet. Downstairs, Moa and Rake were sipping their coffee, remnants of breakfast in front of them.

"I was wondering when you were going to get up," Moa calmly said, as Artemis dashed in the room.

"Well, I'm up now. Dad, Mom, I need some gold, please," Artemis asked her parents.

"What about breakfast." Her father frowned. Drake had always thought breakfast was the most important meal of the day.

"I can grab it at Diagon Alley," she told them.

Drake shrugged. "True. Here," he said, tossing her a bag of galleons, knuts, and sickles. "This ought to cover it. They're still transferring our account over to Gringotts."

"OK…" said Artemis, not interested at all. She went over to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, stepped inside the fireplace, threw it on the ground, and clearly said, "Diagon Alley!" A burst of flames, and a slightly queasy stomach later, Artemis found herself standing in the fireplace of some form of pub. At first, she wondered if she had made a mistake, then remembered that (back in the US, at least), all Floo Networks were regulated and had to be registered so mistakes like landing in the middle of a Muggle fireplace wouldn't occur. Then she caught site of quite a few pointy hats, and determined that no mistake had been made. After all, it was quite logical that the British Ministry wouldn't have dozens of separate Floo Networks along Diagon Alley- the confusion would be great. Suddenly, she remembered that she was still standing in the middle of the fireplace, and was also starting to attract some stares. Also, she couldn't possibly be the only one using the Floo Network to get here, and an incoming party may land on her at any moment.

Artemis decided to take the opportunity to step out of the fireplace. She was right by the bar, and a witch with long blonde hair looked over at her kindly. "Why, hello dear," she said, smiling and showing Artemis all of her crooked teeth all at once.

Artemis almost reeled from her breath, but composed herself. "He-hello. I'm new to England, and I'm trying to get to Diagon Alley…" she began. May as well get this conversation over with as soon as I can, she thought.

The blonde witch nodded thoughtfully. "Well, you've made it- sort of. This is the Leaky Cauldron, and I guess that you could say it's an entrance to Diagon Alley," she explained to Artemis.

"I see. Well, which way is Diagon Alley then?" Artemis politely asked.

Grunting, the witch picked herself up. Artemis had the suspicion that she was considerably older then she looked. "Come around back with me, and I'll show you, dearie," said the old witch, walking to a door. Artemis obligingly followed. The witch led her to a brick wall. Bending down, she counted three bricks from the bottom, and two bricks across. There, she tapped her wand lightly on said brick, and suddenly the wall began rearranging itself to form a pathway into a bright, crowded street full of wizarding families. "Well, there you go," said the witch, gesturing out with an arm. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be getting back to my drink now…" she walked back.

"Thank you!" Artemis called back at her, then quickly stepped through the archway. The bricks immediately whizzed back into place behind her. Pulling out her supply list, Artemis looked at what she needed to buy still: three sets of black robes, a winter cloak with silver fastenings, and all the text books- although it was similar courses, different texts were used. Artemis also needed to replenish her potion ingredients supply, get some cat treats for Salem, owl treats for Storm, some new quills, more parchment, and another bottle of ink. Plus the bits of groceries that Moa said she needed Artemis to pick up while she was out. Looking over the list, Artemis thought that perhaps it wouldn't of been such a bad idea to bring a parent. She decided that it would most likely be best to stop by a pet store first, since it was always a nuisance to have to walk around cages of sometimes dangerous beasts with shopping bags in tow. From past experience, Artemis was also familiar with the fact that some animals had a tendency to bite at bags, which was never no good.

Looking around, Artemis tried finding a pet supply store of sorts. She didn't notice how lost she must have looked until someone by her shoulder softly said, "Hello, there."

Artemis almost jumped. Looking down she spotted a girl with curly black hair tied back in a braid who went up to Artemis' shoulders. "Hello," Artemis replied.

"You look like a lost Hogwarts student," the girl stated. "I'm Andromeda Black. Alright?" The girl offered her hand.

"Artemis Xenoi," Artemis greeted, taking Andromeda's hand and firmly shaking it. "And, uh, I guess I'm aright. A bit lost though, as you noticed," Artemis said with a laugh.

Andromeda smiled. "You're a Yank aren't you?" she asked.

"Er, yes. I suppose that's how you could phrase it." Artemis couldn't help but think that "Yank" wasn't necessarily the most complimentary of terms. That's what you called loud-mouths. "I'm looking for a pet supply store of sorts," she told Andromeda. "I don't suppose you could point me in the direction of one?"

"Sure, I'll even take you there myself. Mother's not meeting my sisters and I for at least another half hour. Come on!" she said, taking Artemis' arm and steering her down Diagon Alley.

"You have sisters?" Artemis asked. She had always wanted a sister, or any other sibling for that matter.

"Yes, two- Bellatrix and Narcissa. I'm the middle child." Artemis noted that her voice took on a tense, unfriendly tone when mentioning her sisters.

"That's nice. Do you go to Hogwarts too, then?" asked Artemis, hoping to make a friend.

Andromeda smiled. "Sure do, I'm in the Ravenclaw House, and I'll be going into my sixth year this term. What about you?" she replied.

"Oh, well I'll be in my sixth year as well, but I'm a transfer student from the States, as you could tell," she said as Andromeda led her into a store called the Magical Menagerie.

Inside, walls were lined with fabulous creatures, ranging from the typical housecat to the more fantastic and rare (such as bejeweled turtles.) Bats hung from pegs in the ceiling, and by the counter were pouches labeled "Owl Snacks" and "Cat Treats- Salmon Flavor". "Perfect," said Artemis, walking over and bending down so that she could properly read the labels. Andromeda stood nearby, looking around the shop.

"Ah, perfect," Artemis said, choosing two packets. Straightening up, she saw that Andromeda was now looking at a tall, snooty looking blonde girl standing in the doorway. She was soon joined by a girl that look a lot like- what Artemis saw, at least- an older, nastier  version of Andromeda. Artemis could only assume that these were her two sisters.

The blonde daintily stepped inside. Artemis watched as she looked around at the various animals, and saw her nose crinkle as she took in the smell. It's not that bad, Artemis noticed, taking a good whiff of it for the first time. Not as bad as when Salem threw up all that raw tuna once… "What… interesting company you've found yourself to be in, Andromeda," said the girl.

Artemis saw the raven haired one step in. Come to think of it, she thought, they both acted as though they were older then Andromeda.

"This is Artemis Xenoi," Andromeda said tersely. Artemis had an idea that the sisters did not get along well at all with one another.

Artemis extended a hand in polite greeting. "Hello."

Daintily, the blonde took it. "Narcissa Black." Her hands were soft, and her skin, Artemis noticed, looked as though it had never seen the light of day. It had a pale, milky color, and there was not a freckle or skin blemish in sight. "Charmed," she said.

"And this is…"

"Bellatrix Black," said the oldest, shaking her hand briefly, then letting it go as if Artemis had some sort of skin disease. Whatever house they're in, she thought, she certainly did not want to be in at all.

"Do you two go to Hogwarts as well?" Artemis asked, making polite conversation.

"Yes. Narcissa and I are both in Slytherin, the only respectable house in the lot," Bellatrix explained. "You can imagine the shock of seeing one of my little sisters put in Ravenclaw. At least, though," she continued, "it wasn't Hufflepuff or Gryffindor." Narcissa made a sniffing noise at this comment.

"Oh? What's so bad about the other three?"

Narcissa took up the conversation this time. "Well, if you must know, Hufflepuff is full of complete idiots, Gryffindor is full of what they think are 'noble' students- more like carelessly reckless if you ask me, and, Ravenclaw is alright, I suppose," she directed this at Andromeda. "It's one flaw, like the other two, is that it takes in Mudbllods." She sneered as she said this, as though uttering the insult would filthy her in some way.

Artemis frowned. Ruth had a Muggle father, and she knew quite a few people back in America that came from non-wizarding families. She thought of the time Ruth had been called a mud-blood by a "pure" student, and how quickly he had found himself with his head on backwards.

Noticing Artemis' look, Narcissa asked in a drawling voice, "What kind of family do you come from?"

"My mother's a witch, and my dad's a wizard, if that's what you mean," she snapped.

Bellatrix interrupted the conversation. "I don't suppose you're that transfer student father was telling us about coming over from America, are you?"

"As a matter of fact, I am," Artemis drew herself up proudly. May as well represent my country well, she thought.

"Interesting," Narcissa said, though she couldn't have sounded any more bored if she had tried. "We really ought to get going though, you know. Can't spend all day loitering in the pet shop," she told Andromeda.

"Come along you two, let's go," commanded Bellatrix, walking out, closely followed by Narcissa.

Andromeda gave Artemis an embarrassed half smile as she grudgingly followed her sisters.

Artemis smiled fully back. Poor Andromeda, she thought as she turned to make her purchases.

A few moments later, she walked outside. Frowning, she looked up at the sky. It had gotten considerably cloudier, and looked as though it might rain. Oh well, there's nothing to help that, she conceded, looking down at her list. The next logical stop would be the Apothecary, she decided. To her surprise, that was just a few doors down. Inside, it smelled just as bad- if not worse- then the Magical Menagerie. It was also dark and somewhat foreboding she noted, as she got a scoop of beetle's eyes. After getting everything else (spine of rat-fish, squid ink, lizard legs, and hen's teeth), she figured that she may as well go over to get her robes fit. Remembering Professor McGonagall's advice, she eventually found her way to Madam Malkin's. Timidly, she stepped inside. Artemis hated shopping for clothes, even if it was just her school uniform. A very no-nonsense witch looked up from reading a newspaper.

Pushing her glasses up the brim of her nose, she straightened up and asked, "How may I help you?"

"Well," Artemis began. "I need new robes…"

"Hogwarts, is it then?"

"Yes."

"Step in back here, and we'll get you fitted right away," said the witch leading Artemis over to another room where a large window looked out onto Diagon Alley. "You can put your bags down and stand up on the stool… ah, there you are. Now, where's that blasted tape measurer…" she muttered. Opting to just summon it rather then look for it, the witch said, "Accio tape measurer!" And the thing came zooming into her empty hand. "Fabulous. Now, if you'll just spread your arms out, we can get your bust…"

Artemis obliged, but with a slight blush. She had never been much as far as the bust was concerned, as Ruth had always jokingly reminded her. Luckily, there were no male customers. As the witch called out measures, and an enchanted quill jotted them down on parchment, Artemis looked out of the window. Across the street, there was a Quidditch supply shop. A boy with scruffy black hair and glasses was there with his parents and a black girl and her parents, eagerly looking inside at the display. I wonder if they go to Hogwarts too… Artemis found herself thinking.

"There, that should do it!" said the witch straightening up. "Three sets, correct?"

"Uh, yes, that's right," Artemis said, redirecting her attention.

"If you'll just wait a moment…" the witch hustled off into a back storage room, leaving Artemis awkwardly standing there. She wandered back out front, and picked up the paper that was recently discarded. The Daily Prophet the front page read. A picture of a pretty witch and handsome wizard adorned the front piece. Some Quidditch player had married some singer of sorts. Just like home, celebrities first, Artemis though with a smile. The couple smiled back at her, waving. One thing she noticed as well was how things were spelled- "colour", "flavour"…

I hope my professors won't grade me down, Artemis suddenly thought, biting her nails as she set the paper down. No, they wouldn't, that would be ridiculous, she firmly told herself.

"Ah, there you are," the witch said, bustling back in, robes in hand. Luckily, she didn't ask about houses or any of that. Artemis had had quite enough of that, thank you. After paying for the robes, she asked, "Excuse me, but I don't suppose you know a place where I can buy my school books?"

"Of course, Flourish and Blotts is the only way to go. It's right down the street," she said, pointing which way.

"Thank you, ma'am," Artemis said, tucking her new package under one arm.

As she went to step outside the door, she came across a mother and her son. The boy, although looking only about twelve years old, flashed her a brilliant smile, pushing back his golden colored hair. Artemis smiled back, and heard the mother say, "Ah, Madam, Gilderoy's here to get some new robes…"

Outside, Artemis promptly walked down the street 'til she found herself in front of an old, but large looking book store. Stepping inside, she found herself immediately entranced with the piles and shelves and tables and volumes upon volumes of books of every size, shape, color, genre, and subject. If there was one thing Artemis loved more then aerial gymnastics and astronomy, it would have to be reading. Calmly, she stepped forward. This was something she could understand, she thought as she walked down an aisle, scanning the columns. She checked her list, and then looked up at a sign, directing her towards where the supply books would be.

A fancy sign stood on a table where various books were piled. Artemis counted on her fingers how many books in total she would need: 3. She found the book by Goshwak easily, and Knight's was there as well. By this time, she was having trouble juggling her various items. Her robes and cloak were in two brown paper packages tied with strings- not bags- and the new books were being disagreeable and almost falling out of her arms every time she tried to adjust them, and the potions ingredients were in nice little bags and jars, put into another box with some padding along the inside. Eventually, as she tried a new technique of holding everything that called for the packages to be stuck under her arms, and holding onto the books with a few fingers with her left (and weaker) hand, everything fell to a heap on the floor.

"Drat!" she hissed, bending down to pick them up.

"Here, let me help you," said a voice. A male hand reached into view, picking up her potion supplies.

Eyes still on the floor, and blushing profusely, Artemis mumbled "Thanks," as she took a bit more time then necessary to gather everything together. Again, the hand reached into view.

"Need a hand up?" he asked.

Carefully, Artemis took it in hers, and the boy pulled her to her feet. She took her first glance at him, and immediately decided that he was very handsome indeed, with his dark brown eyes, and glossy black hair gently falling into his face.

Artemis couldn't help but smile back. "Thanks," she repeated, wishing she could think of something more intelligent to say.

"Of course. You looked like you needed some help," he told her. He then looked inquisitively at her. "I don't believe I've seen your face before, have I? Do you go to Hogwarts?"

"Uh, well, techniquely speaking, I'm enrolled there now. I'm a transfer student from the States. This'll be my first year there, and I'm going into sixth year." She frowned. Even to her that sentence sounded oddly worded.

The handsome boy just nodded. "I see. Well, let me be the first to welcome you-"

"Actually," Artemis interrupted, "You're not the first."

He frowned.

"I already met Andromeda Black-"

"She's nice. She's my favorite cousin. You probably met her two equally charming sisters, Bellatrix and Narcissa," he sarcastically finished. Artemis had the impression that he didn't think too highly of them. "Let me give you the revised version then: the first from the Gryffindor House to welcome you. My name's Sirius Black. I'm a sixth year this term too. What's your name?" He stuck out a hand, smiling brilliantly.

"Artemis Xenoi. Delighted," she replied, shaking his hand. She noticed that he still had her potions supplies in hand and one of her books. "Um, can I have my stuff pack?"

"Oh! Sorry 'bout that. I don't suppose you still need some help with this at all?" he asked.

"Don't you have other stuff of your own?" she asked, her hand still slightly out.

Sirius rolled his eyes. "No, already taken care of. James- my friend- his parents are watching it while they're at the Leaky Cauldron. And he's off with Wood and Casey about Quidditch this season. Normally, I'd have no problem hanging out with them, but, it was a bit dull listening to Wood go over things over, and over, and over…"

"Are you sure?" Artemis double-checked. She really wasn't used to having boys carry her school books- or potion supplies, for that matter- let alone, outside of class! Do I look that pathetic? She couldn't help but think.

"I wouldn't have said so otherwise." He grinned. "Besides, I can tell you about Hogwarts. I'm sure you must have some questions!"

"Well…"

"I insist! Come on; I know that you're still missing your transfiguration book. Anything else you need?" he asked, leading her to a corner of the store where he picked up the copy of the book for her.

"I still need two quills, ten rolls of parchment, and another bottle of ink," Artemis recited.

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "That's quite a bit," he noted, steering her towards the register.

"Well, I never buy things until I absolutely need hem," she explained. I hate shopping."

"Me too. It's such a bore!" he said, putting the book down on the counter as Artemis set down the other two.

"That'll be six galleons, four sickles, and 3 knuts," said the wizard at the register. Artemis counted out the money, the handed it over. The wizard took it, carefully re-counted it, placed it in the register, and then put her books in a handled paper bag. Before taking it, Artemis through in her pet treats, then took it on arm. She walked out of the shop, followed by Sirius. Quickly, she gave a lingering look back behind at the fabulous store. She'd have to make more time to look through it some other visit.

"Do you like books and reading?" Sirius asked her.

"Actually, yes, I do. Do you?" Artemis answered, hoping to find a common interest. She wasn't the best at making new friends.

Sirius shrugged. "I have nothing against it, per say, and I've found loads of… useful stuff in them, it's just not my favorite thing in the world. You'd like my friend Remus though- he's obsessed!" the way Sirius said this and smiled though made Artemis see that he wasn't being rude, just poking fun.

She suddenly noted that Sirius still had her things as they had been walking. "Really now," she said, starting to feel embarrassed. She was certain that with Sirius' good looks, he could probably get any girl he wanted, so why was he following her? "Please, let me have my potions supplies. I just need to run two more errands, it'll be no hassle, really."

Sirius cocked his head to the side thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow. He then playfully put the potions box behind his back and stuck out his tongue boyishly at her. "No way, Artemis! I've never met anyone from America before, and even if you don't have questions for me, I certainly can think of some for you!"

Not quite sure if she liked the tone of his voice, Artemis frowned at him. "Fine then. I'll just ask you questions, that way, you can't ask me."

"Fair enough."

"Now, where can I get writing utensils?"

"Follow me!" he enthusiastically cried, heading further down Diagon Alley to a little shop. "I'd offer you my arm, but I see your hands are somewhat full."

"As if I'd take it anyways," Artemis joked. "So, who are Wood, Casey, and James? Friends of yours?"

"Well," Sirius began explaining. "They're all on the Gryffindor Quidditch House team, Odin Wood's Keeper, Sky Casey- a girl sky- is one of the Chasers, and my friend, James Potter is the Seeker."

"Hm," said Artemis thoughtfully, as Sirius then pointed her inside a shop. There, she set her packages down as she looked over a falcon feather and asked, "So, what's the Sorting like? I still have to go through that."

"Oh, that's easy," Sirius said, hands in pockets. "They just stick a hat on your head, and it decides where to place you. It was enchanted by Godric Gryyfindor , founder of Gryffindor House, many years ago for when they all died. I think. You'd want to ask my friend, Remus. He knows more about the history of the place then I do. He could probably lend you his copy of Hogwarts, A History if you asked. Lord knows he's asked James and me to read it through enough." Sirius rolled his eyes.

Artemis found that he slightly resembled her female friend Ruth in his disregard for reading. "I'll make sure I do that," she told him, finally choosing a falcon feather, and an eagle feather. She grabbed some parchment and a bottle of ink, made the purchase, and was out the door once again, Sirius in tow.

"So, you said you had to make two stops, and this was one. What's the next?" he asked, looking down at her, his hair falling elegantly into his eyes. Just noticing it, he blew upwards at it, rather unsuccessfully, Artemis noted with a smile.

"I need to get some groceries for my mom- you know, milk, pasta, some carrots and a pound of turkey," Artemis said, blushing slightly. Sirius definitely seemed like one of the popular boys, and it was slightly pathetic to have to tell him that she was picking up groceries.

"That's boss," he simply said. "You'll probably want to go over to the place by the Leaky Cauldron- Mrs. Potter says that they have the best produce and stuff."

"Oh, alright." Definitely not an unwelcome response, but certainly not what she had been expecting at all.

"You know," Sirius said as she examined some carrots, "You're gonna have a time trying to get all this stuff back home. How did you get here anyways?"

"Hold these," Artemis ordered, now used to the fact that he was just being helpful. "By Floo powder of course. I don't know how else I could have gotten here." She found a glass gallon of milk mixed in among a tin barrel of ice. She piled it on top of Sirius' arms with the carrots and the bag of pasta.

"Well, you could have taken the Knight Bus, you know," Sirius told her.

Artemis blanched slightly. Her last experience on that thing had been with Ruth, when they had decided to go visit Cara out in Montana. She couldn't remember a time when her stomach had felt that bad before- it must have flipped inside out at least a dozen times, and Ruth hadn't come out much better if memory served her right- her head was in between her knees most of the time over a small pail. "Yes, well, there are other suitable methods of transport, you know," she quickly told him.

Sirius playfully raised an eyebrow at her. "Sounds like somebody already had a run-in with it then. Was it that bad for you then? Remus and I had a splendid time when we went to visit James last summer."

"Well, what suits some people won't suit others. A pound of ground turkey please," Artemis told the butcher.

"Missy, we don't use them 'pounds' and 'ounces' here," he told her briskly.

"Oh, dear. Um, let me think… Oh, bother, I can't do this right now! Just give me a whole bird! We'll use it all eventually," she told him, smiling. The day's activities, although mundane, had left her in somewhat of a flurry, and Artemis couldn't think properly about that type of thing for the life of her.

Giving her a funny look, the wizard butcher reached under the counter and slammed a turkey in front of the two teenagers, making them jump. Artemis looked at it a little doubtfully, as it still had blood on it. However, she just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. "That'll do fine, thank you."

"Want it wrapped?"

Startled at what she thought to be a ridiculous question, Artemis frowned at him. "Of course," she said in a tone that made it very obvious.

Shrugging, he butcher put some paper down and unceremoniously wrapped the bird in it, then pushed it over towards Artemis. Shoving it under her left arm, she motioned Sirius over to the brick wall between Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron.

"They have Floo powder I can use here, right?" she asked, tapping the brick that the witch showed her.

"Yup," said Sirius as the bricks rearranged themselves and the pair walked through. They stepped inside the Leaky Cauldron and Artemis walked immediately over to the fireplace. "Hey, wait! Don't you want a drink or something? My treat," Sirius offered with what Artemis assumed he believed to be a winning smile.

"Oh, no thank you, Sirius. It must be about mid-evening by now-"

"Four thirty to be exact!" called a small wizard at the bar helpfully.

"-and I really ought to be getting home. This is our first day in England, and my parents will want to at least make sure that I'm alright," she answered. She would've enjoyed staying and chatting with Sirius, because he had been really nice and helpful, but unfortunately, time was banging on her door.

"Oh," he said, sounding genuinely disappointed.

"Hey now, what's this, young Sirius?" asked a tall, lanky man with scruffy black hair and blue eyes. The witch next to him with glasses and hazel eyes looked over as well.

"Oh, Mr. Potter! This is Artemis Xenoi," Sirius introduced, giving her a sly smile.

He obviously thinks that adults will get me to stay, Artemis thought, but they'll understand my predicament, I'm sure of it. However, she didn't plan to be rude, so she smiled and shook their hands.

"Artemis just moved over from the States. Artemis, Mr. and Mrs. Potter- me mate James' mum and dad," Sirius said.

"How wonderful," said Mrs. Potter.

"Attending Hogwarts then, I see?" Mr. Potter said, taking in her supplies.

"Yes, I am. Pleased to meet you both, but I must get on my way…"

"Of course, of course. This is your first day in England then?" Mrs. Potter asked in motherly tones.

"Yes, ma'am," Artemis answered, not used to calling parents of friends "Mr." and "Mrs." Well, actually, they're James' parents, and I haven't quite met him yet, she amended.

"Well, welcome to the country. I do hope it's made a good impression on you."

"Oh, it has alright." Sirius smiled as Artemis said this. She rolled her eyes at him, as if to say, "you're not the country, you bafon!" "Well, I'll be on my merry way then. Sirius, if I may have my packages then?" she asked.

He gave her a funny look. "And just how, Ms. Xenoi, do you plan on holding everything, and a fist of Floo powder?" he asked, walking her over to the fireplace. Artemis shrugged.

"I'll manage. I'm a big girl, Sirius, I can take care of myself," she sarcastically said, rearranging the bags. She pulled the potions supplies from Sirius and put them between her legs, then hung the groceries on one arm, her books with the treats on the other, put her robes and cloak under one arm, and the bag with writing utensils on the bag with groceries.

Sirius looked at her, obviously amused. He pushed the black hair back from his face, looking exceedingly handsome in doing so, and held out the bag of Floo powder. "See you on the train tomorrow then?"

"Alright," she said taking a handful.

"Don't be late."

"I'm never late."

"That's what you say now."

"It's what I have said, do say, and always will, thank you very much. Thank you very much for the help."

"You're very welcome."

"I'd give you a hug, but my arms are full."

"You could give me a kiss."

"That's cute, but I think not."

"If you insist."

"I do."

"Always have, am right now, and always will, then?"

"I make no promises."

"You think I'm hot?"

"I never said such a thing. Catch you later."

"Later then."

"Number 53 Squid Row!" with a flash of green flame and a bang, Artemis found herself back home.

"So, how was Diagon Alley?" asked her mother, who was sitting at the kitchen table.

"Simply splendid."

***

Sorry about the bit of wait! As you can see, it's a rather long chapter, since Artemis interacted with pretty much everyone she met. Hope I wrote Sirius relatively well in character. I decided to base his teenage incarnation on a guy I know at school, what bit we were able to see in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and of course, adult Sirius.

Again, any prank ideas? Ideas for what hey can do in Hogsmeade? I have a few, but it always helps to have more. By the way, like the various cameos?

OK, here's some fun little "trivia" for you to do. What do these names mean: Sky Casey, Odin, and Artemis Xenoi? If you get at least one right, I'll use your name (since I'll be needing a lot for Hogwarts…) somewhere in the story, if not, perhaps the next chapter! As always, thank you for reading!